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OH MY GOD YOU GUYS. WHO ARE YOU ALL?!

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Dude, 94 people have viewed my blog today. WHAAAAT.

HI WORLD

I’M KATIE WELCOME TO THIS BLOG

THIS IS A FUNNY PICTURE

OF MY LITTLE BROTHER AND I AFTER HIKING TO THIS AWESOME WATERFALL JUST OUTSIDE OF CHEFCHAOUEN.

I’ve never had 94 views in one day. This is amazing, momentous! Just when I was feeling all isolated and sick, I looked at “my stats” and nearly puked again out of utter shock. My average daily views usually hover around 4, and I’m pretty sure I know exactly who those 4 are. So. Hello, world! Welcome to my blog! Thanks for all the likes and stuff! For example, recently, I got THIS lovely notification:

Ooh, Notifications, really?! For me?!

DAAAAAAWWWWWWWW, SHUCKS. THANK YOU, WORDPRESS, FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE.

Anyway, y’all, welcome welcome to the Blog. I hope you enjoy my silly tales of Morocco, mountains, books, and (recently) parasitic infestations of intestines.

Sending love to you all, I’m going to restart Firefox now so the Cuevana plugin I just downloaded will work so I can watch moviezzzzzz on the MAGICAL INTERNET THAT IS BACK BACK BACK LIKE AN UNFAITHFUL LOVER, PROBABLY ONLY TO BREAK MY HEART AGAIN WHEN IT LEAVES ME AGAIN, BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I LOVE IT DESPERATELY, PASSIONATELY, AS THOUGH BOOKS WERE NEVER A THING AT ALL.

PAX, YO. WELCOME AGAIN.

ALSO, THIS:

I took this photo a long time ago, and it’s buried in the archived posts of this very blog, but while I’m bragging shamelessly about myself, I figured I’d include this beautiful picture of what lies just around the corner from our house in Oudaiya. (SHE is an ARTISTE! I want you all to think. LOOK AT THE ART I MAKE! LOOKIT! LOOKIT! BE IMPRESSED!)

Speaking of my bedroom, it smells amazing in here. In the evening, the wind blows in from the ocean, and I can watch Salé light up as the sun sets. Being sick isn’t so bad sometimes, I think, lying back on my pillows as Jim Dale narrates the last few pages of Harry Potter and my Moroccan host moms check on me, making sure I’m not still vomiting up my internal organs and bringing me soup. At least people love me and I can brag about myself on the Internet.

Love you all. Stay cool. Peace out.

EDIT/UPDATE: 114 after an episode of Pushing Daisies and more soup. I’ve never felt so popular in my life.

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Updates. And then more exciting stories.

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Hey everyone. HIEEEEEE!!! So! Here are some updates for you, which I’ll follow with more interesting posts about mountains and books and stuff. Yay!

  1. I am very very very sick. I feel as though my internal organs have painfully imploded and are leaking out as I sit on the toilet crying for twenty minutes at a stretch. This, coupled with the general malaise/headaches/cough/throat death/mild fever that I’ve been feeling for awhile now has finally led to my mother ordering me to stay home and get better, rather than taking the train to meet them in Marrakesh today. My immune system, I’ve decided, sucks: it keeps me from getting really sick, but dangles me over the edge of serious illness with every little ailment it can think of. My medication is not working. Is building up a tolerance to immodium even possible?!
  2. It is suddenly the rainy season here in North Africa. As I walked home last night, barely 200 meters from the entrance of the kasbah, a sudden downpour decidedly canceled out my need for a shower for at least another week. I was wearing a thin cardigan, and made it back to our house looking like one of those bedraggled, wilted orphans wandering pitifully through Charles Dickens stories. My family got a real kick out of it: “Tu es bien mouillée!” they laughed, as I dripped on the tile and greeted them with slightly damp bisoux. Early this morning, as I tried to figure out my-family-is-in-Morocco stuff, a huge clap of thunder rolled across the hills of Rabat and Salé, accompanied by a deluge that would have merited a “it’s raining cats and dogs out there!” in America, but cats are squirrels and there are very few dogs here so I yelled instead “it’s raining cats and cats out there!” I’m sitting on my bed, staring straight out the window at the river and Salé and enjoying the fragrant, rainy breeze drifting through the room.
  3. Allie is leaving to go find bananas, yogurt, saltines, toilet paper, and other necessary items for a bad case of the digestive woo-woos (we googled it. We’re pros). She’s doing some of her own errands, too, but I really appreciate her taking my money and buying me things. Go Allie.
  4. I am a genius and decided to write about the portrayal of Moroccan women in film for my Gender class research paper (WOOOO), and so am planning on spending today watching movies and “catching up” on “homework,” like the Fès paper that was due 2 weeks ago but nobody really cares (literally nobody as long as it gets in eventually I guess), or maybe that presentation or that other paper…school is pretty whatever here. I’ll probably just end up listening to This American Life all day nibbling crackers like some spastic, farty chipmunk.
  5. Allie just walked back into the room, dripping on the tile and looking like one of those bedraggled, wilted orphans wandering pitifully through Charles Dickens stories. Morocco rain : need umbrella.

Okay, that’s about all I got on the Updates front. I’m going to start a post about our epic weekend adventure now, with pictures! WOOO!!!